The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-01-10
HER MATCHMAKING.

blue eyesp Did you notice, Kittyp"
"Blue! Why they're a sort of green
lsh-grey; and his mustache is decidedly
stubby."
"Stubby!'
Miss Sally Wilson dropped the paper
In which she was twisting her hair for
The night, and turned upon her friend
with a gasp.
"Stubby! For mercy sakes OF whom
ire you talkingP"
"Why, of Mr.. Beadle, to be sure
Mr.. Alfred Beadle, the great bondhold-
er, the hero of the evening; of whom
elsep"
Kitty pulled off one small white slip
per, and stood twirling around upon the
other and laughed gleefully.
Sally watched her in dismayed ST.
lence.
'Mr. Beadle!" she said, reproach-
July. you know | mean Howard Ben
nett"
Kitty paused in her giddy revolutions
and sat down, with her rounded elbows
on the bureau, and her lovely, flushed
lace in her hands.
Dear me!-no | didn't" she said,
liking her soft eyes wondering on
5ally's troubled face. ''But, come TO
think Of it, he waS rather nice-looking.'
Sally groaned. Was This the reward
81 all her love schemesp Was this the
way in which her dreams wer to be re-
llized-her hopes be fulfilled.
Miss Wilson was n very romantic
Toung lady. She had always been, and
rejoiced in being.
AS regarded herself. she had long
since come to the conclusion that any
romantic ending was. if not quite i'm
possible, at least most unlikely.
She was not. in the first place, of the
proper appearance.
She was not imposing enough for the
lueenly sort of heroine set forth in her
Favorite novels, and she had not the
necessary raven locks and naughty
manner, and the petite and babyish
style was equally out of the question.
She had not n retrOusSe nose, nor
pleading, blue eyes, and her stock of
limples extremely limited and only
visible by painful contortions.
Then her circumstances were very
much against her.
bSally was an heiress, and her parents
being dead, she was living with an aunt
whom she had raised from the obscur-
lty of dressmaking to preside over the
beautiful home to which she had recent
ly returned from boarding school.
Nobody could ever love her madly
Tor herself alone reach across a bar
rier of poverty, and marry her in the
lace of n disappearing world.
Sally sometimes regretted that her
father had been the highly successful
railway contractor that he had been.
Her very name was discouraging.
Sally Wilson! Who could conceive of
anything interesting happening TO a
person with so horribly prosaic a
uame?
But Kitty! 1t was all very different
with Kitty. Sally's romantic soul had
thrilled with prophetic delight the mo-
ment she had seen her--sitting on n
foot in one of Madame Lavine's school
room windows.
Kitty had been educated by n bachelor
nncle. She was beautiful and penniless
the very qualifications for a heroine,
Sally had reflected.
She had taken her under her wing rs
h were; and To- that school was over.
she had brought her home with her for
a long visit--the chief object of which
was that Kitty and Howard Bennett
might be brought together.
Sally had met him while at home on
her last vacation. and had Immediately
consigned him in her heart to Kitty.
What could be more fitting, more de-
lightfulP Howard was fair. Kitty bru-
nette-which was just as it should be.
Howard was calm. languid, and slight
" pensive; Kitty was gay and viva
cious. Opposite qualities were always
necessary for perfect happiness.
The time has arrived for the fulfill
ment of her hopes and schemes.
Sally had given her first reception;
and from her position as hostess had
noticed the progress of affairs breath